I often think of
my very last day
of snuffing out the sun forever-
and scattering away
roseate tomorrows
into the dust.
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #30 hosted by Thotpurge
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Perfect! Scattering tomorrows.. wow,that was just beautifully written. Thanks so much for being part of Micropoetry Month.
I like the use of roseate.
Also like snuff out the sun to represent that last closing of your eyes.
I had an interesting email convo w/ sherry on this the other day.
When my day comes I hope I know, and can walk out into the woods
and pass in nature.
Beautiful, scattering roseate …tomorrow’s children.
Ha, you just said, perfectly and succinctly, what it took me lines and lines to say in my poem the other day. Awesome write, Sumana.
Lovely!
Wow! This is brilliant!
Beautifully, and whimsically poetic
Life is such a gift, yes. As are our beautiful world and universe. Beautifully said.